That's never happened, be-fore, ever. He judged in the harshest ways possible.
My response: joy, inspired and happy. No, craziness has no part in my life.
You have visited with me many times by now. You know better.
The tirade emitted from someone departing from my life, pronto. I planned this separation weeks ago. After he stopped screeching, I re-plied with a smile stretching from cheek-to-cheek, "I love it, when you talk to me this way. I am inspired by your comments."
Sincerely I said that. His behavior validated my deci-sion to not have anything to do with him. His ranting encouraged me be-cause his berserk actions validated my uncomfortable sense of him.
I'm confident with the discernment I have, wrought from recovery. This fellow's actions clearly revealed his character.
Emotional predators smell our feelings through lead. If we get mad, they succeeded in transferring their anger unto us. That didn't happen while relating with this guy who went on a rampage.
The tirade emitted from someone departing from my life, pronto. I planned this separation weeks ago. After he stopped screeching, I re-plied with a smile stretching from cheek-to-cheek, "I love it, when you talk to me this way. I am inspired by your comments."
I'm confident with the discernment I have, wrought from recovery. This fellow's actions clearly revealed his character.
Emotional predators smell our feelings through lead. If we get mad, they succeeded in transferring their anger unto us. That didn't happen while relating with this guy who went on a rampage.
My heart didn't beater faster, either.
When I replied, he went crazy. He ran from me. I'm surprised the legion of demons of rage and bewilderment within him did not fill neighboring pigs, driving them to kill themselves by diving into the San Francisco Bay.
He saw I did not buy into his shenani-gans. His personality did not take priority over my principles. When angry people get mad at us, we stand up to abuse.
When I replied, he went crazy. He ran from me. I'm surprised the legion of demons of rage and bewilderment within him did not fill neighboring pigs, driving them to kill themselves by diving into the San Francisco Bay.
Anger often becomes a form of manipulation. When we stay in the moment, aware of what transpires during a tumultuous moment, we no longer become lost in it.
I'm internally referented. You might want to take a look at this link. Yes, referent can be found in the dictionary.
It involves not letting others define us or determine our moods. We do not revolve our life around the moods, judgments, or comments of others, accommodating them.
I'm internally referented. You might want to take a look at this link. Yes, referent can be found in the dictionary.
It involves not letting others define us or determine our moods. We do not revolve our life around the moods, judgments, or comments of others, accommodating them.
We want our lives to revolve around what we want and feel. No, this does not demonstrate selfishness. It reveals moving beyond codependency.
Writing again at a late hour. Better late than never. I'm heartened man-y have perused my latest posts, more than six thousand---in the past two weeks.
This week celebrates a big occasion for this inn of grati-tude.On Friday the 13th this inn turns nine years old! (The second time I use an excla-mation point in this inn, that's how excited I am.)
My Gratitudes for Tonight:
1. I'm happy for those who've commented lately. It meets my need for connection and community. I will respond to them later today.
2. I'm getting my sportscar fixed tomorrow. Having it will meet my need for celebrating life,
and discovery, as I tour country roads, enjoy the California coastline and the twisty bucolic vistas provided by gor-geous California country roads.
3. I am eliminating two sources of dis-ease, areas that do not provide me the serenity I need and require, especially because of the intense nature of my work.
Please have a terrific Tuesday and let your gratitude fill this inn. It makes my day when you do.
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Writing again at a late hour. Better late than never. I'm heartened man-y have perused my latest posts, more than six thousand---in the past two weeks.
This week celebrates a big occasion for this inn of grati-tude.On Friday the 13th this inn turns nine years old! (The second time I use an excla-mation point in this inn, that's how excited I am.)
1. I'm happy for those who've commented lately. It meets my need for connection and community. I will respond to them later today.
2. I'm getting my sportscar fixed tomorrow. Having it will meet my need for celebrating life,
3. I am eliminating two sources of dis-ease, areas that do not provide me the serenity I need and require, especially because of the intense nature of my work.
Please have a terrific Tuesday and let your gratitude fill this inn. It makes my day when you do.
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